Conviction

Preacher take me to your church

 My minds caught by a verse

  Even the angel up on perch

   Cannot hear my curse

    Birch trees search

    Purse by purse

   For lives so recherche

  Even steal from a nurse

 Makes my stomach lurch

As you drive away in a hearse.

 

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